THE LANDFILL CHRONICLES
Finding Happiness In All The Wrong Places
My sister came to visit last month. She lives in another state, but was staying with me for a week for work/study purposes. When she arrived, I gave her a quick tour of the apartment. This was the first time she had seen it. The last time she was here, I was married and living in a 4,000 square foot house. Now I was divorced with two bedrooms and two cats.
"Aren't you lonely?" she asked. It was completely honest and curious without a hint of pity in her voice. Probably what many people have thought and never would ask.
I am not lonely in my little apartment. It has big windows and sun. I can hear the waterfalls in the pool 24/7. It's also safe. But mostly it's all mine.
I can make toast for dinner and eat it on the couch. I sleep diagonally in the bed, with my cat next to me. But what about human interaction? Yeah, I get that, too. I'm not a recluse, people. And I am busier socially than I have ever been.
When people are used to being married, it's scary to think of having to live alone. In reality, if you give yourself time to develop your own life, you'll find that living alone is kind of fun and in my case better than when I was married.